The Walking Dead: Starting as a Cowboy

The mother and daughter were given warm clothes and food. The soldiers found them a clean place to sit. The little girl was wrapped in a blanket, her big, round eyes looking at Moll who was spewing profanities.

A hint of admiration flickered in his eyes.

The mother held the little girl and chatted with the soldiers guarding her from time to time.

She was inquiring about Huangshi.

The combat members are all trained, know what to say and what not to say, and understand how much these wanderers long to join a powerful force and receive protection.

Caesar stipulated that such vagrants could be taken in, but they had to be thoroughly investigated to ensure there were no potential risks.

After learning a small amount of information about Yellowstone, the mother's eyes lit up. The information was scarce, but she began to fill in the gaps in her imagination, making her fantasy more concrete and real.

The mother asked, "Then... can we join you?"

The mother looked up at the soldier, her dry lips pressed tightly together, worried about being rejected, yet longing for good news.

"Can!"

A hoarse voice came from behind him. He turned around and saw it was Mohr.

Moore still had that smug look on his face, tossing a ripe peach in his hand.

"Really?" A hopeful light shone in the mother's eyes.

"Thank you, thank you so much..." The mother immediately knelt on the ground, clasped her hands together in gratitude, and tears welled up in her eyes.

Moore turned his face away. He wasn't good at dealing with people's kind thanks; he was better at making people hate him.

But... this feeling isn't bad!

Moore tossed the peach up and down in his hand, and the girl's little head followed suit, bobbing up and down like a woodpecker—it was very cute.

Mo'er found it inexplicably funny, casually tossed the peach into the little girl's arms, put his hands in his pockets, and walked away.

The little girl stared blankly at the large peach in her arms, her nostrils filled with the faint, sweet aroma of fruit.

The girl's mother had just been helped up by the soldiers when she immediately shouted her thanks and made the little girl say it along with her.

The guard said sourly, "Captain Moore's peaches are only awarded to meritorious soldiers, except for officers like Toby."

He clearly hadn't had it in a long time and was very envious.

The mother glanced at the two soldiers, took a peach from the little girl's arms, and used her eyes to calm the child down. With an embarrassed smile, she held out the peach, "Gentlemen, here's a peach for you."

The two soldiers exchanged a glance, their eyes trembling violently. They took two steps back and waved their hands, saying, "No, no, this is from the captain."

They had seen warriors who tried to steal from the residents get hung from trees and whipped to death by Caesar.

The body was hung high up, exposed to the scorching sun, as a warning.

Since then, no soldier has ever seen himself as a domineering manager.

Moore pricked up his ears, listening to the sounds behind him, and was overjoyed by the mother and daughter's gratitude.

Just then, Toby shuffled closer to Moore, and seeing the unfocus in Moore's eyes, whispered, "Captain? Captain!"

Moore snapped back to reality, glanced at Toby, and his amused expression vanished. "Let go!"

Toby, naturally, didn't dare to continue teasing his superior, and reported, "The team found the warehouse. There are plenty of supplies inside, enough to last a long time in the valley, but..."

"But what?" Moore frowned.

"But there aren't many winter clothes available; only department stores that specialize in clothing have a decent selection of winter wear."

Toby honestly stated, "Most of the edible food we found was packaged food and canned goods, and many of them with short shelf lives had already expired, or had even been chewed open and broken by rats..."

The situation was clearly not good. Moore stroked his chin. "Fuck, a department store doesn't even have enough stuff."

"Our goal is to get winter clothing and other winter supplies, as well as food. We don't have enough of these, so we need to look for more outside."

Moore remembered the map of the area and pondered which clothing store to rob.

"By the way, Captain," Toby said.

"Hmm." Moore stopped thinking and looked at Toby. "What's wrong?"

Toby clearly stated his findings: "There are far fewer walkers outside, and I saw some walkers walking out from a higher vantage point."

"Outside?" Moore frowned even more. "Outside the city?"

"Yes." Toby was still amazed by his discovery.

I originally thought that walkers were mindless creatures, and that the longer a walker survived, the more vulnerable it became.

But now some patterns in species have been discovered, which is quite amazing.

Mohr couldn't figure it out, and scratched his head: "Never mind, as long as it doesn't affect our resource collection, let's go back and let that doctor scratch his head."

……

On the other side of the city, several armored vehicles drove along the wide, messy streets.

The vehicles moved very slowly, barely faster than a human walking.

The impatient Andrea muttered under her breath, "Why are we driving so slowly? Are we waiting to be fed to the zombies?"

Caesar's hearing was exceptionally sharp, and he immediately said, "Then why don't you get out and walk, and we'll sit in the carriage?"

Andrea glanced out the car window.

The streets were desolate, littered with the mess left behind after the chaos. There were sandbags placed by the army and looted items left behind in the surrounding shops.

Corpses, sandbags, documents, clothing, suitcases, etc.

Some of the corpses on the street were still alive, while others were already dead. The living zombies were awakened by the sound of vehicles, staggered to their feet, and then fell to the ground as their heads were pierced.

What disturbed Andrea was that a zombie would occasionally emerge from inside the surrounding shops.

Andrea stubbornly tried to say something, but then felt a warmth on her hand and looked down.

Carol was holding her, her eyes full of encouragement, as if to say: Don't do anything stupid.

Andrea believed that as long as she spoke up, Caesar would throw her off the train without a word.

So Andrea chose to keep quiet.

Caesar glanced at the rearview mirror in surprise. Andrea turned her head to look out the window, seemingly unaware of Caesar's gaze.

They actually backed down?!

Caesar looked straight ahead, glanced at the map, and said to Morales, who was driving, "Go that way, we'll be there soon."

Carol glanced up at the Atlanta map in Caesar's hand, where there was a red circle.

At the center of the circle is Grady Memorial Hospital.

"Hospital?" Carol murmured.

We maintained a slow speed and arrived near Grady Memorial Hospital.

The armored vehicle stopped, and Caesar, with the two women, got out. He said to Morales, who was driving, "Listen to the messages on the walkie-talkie!"

Morales nodded.

Not only Caesar and his two companions, but also T-Zai and about ten other people got off the armored vehicle behind them.

Caesar glanced at the group and instructed, "Find some distinctive vehicles nearby."